She takes one look at the bathtub and shivers a little. It's hard to imagine wanting to strip down in weather like this anyway, but there's something about bathing with a fire right under you that seems like an especially terrible idea.
"Maybe we could just...heat up a little water." She glances around, looking for a smaller basin. Anything that won't make her feel like a cannibal's soup. "Just wash our faces."
[mess tent]
There are things Beth's good at--strumming guitar, getting babies to fall asleep--but cooking isn't really one of them. Luckily, the mess tent isn't fine dining. How much work can really go into the groats and meat they eat here?
Enough, it turns out, and it's pretty boring. She misses Carol all over again, along with everyone else who used to cook for their group.
If anything had made the time go faster on her meal shifts at home, it was having company, and the thing about cooking for dozens of people is that they don't make you do it alone. While she's stirring a huge pot of groats, she asks, "Did you cook much at home?"
[fireside]
Beth's not much of a drinker, but she loves evenings in the Barrayar camp anyway. As cold as it is, the company is wonderful. The stories people share tend to be funny, and better yet, there's singing. As soon as she catches the melodies and the words of the choruses, she sings along, her voice high and clear in the night.
She's not about to tell stories of home--it'll just make her miss it more--but she's happy to encourage the people around her. Whether it's asking what things were like where you're from or if you want to tell one, too, she'll gently goad people into a story or two.
And, eventually, when everyone's so drunk that it doesn't matter what anybody she says, she asks, "Do you guys know Tom Waits?"
[wildcard]
[Beth's so happy to be able to go where she wants that you'll be able to find her just about anywhere at some point. To make other, specific plans, please send a PM to littlemissfutility or a private plurk to prettydoes.]
beth greene | barrayar
She takes one look at the bathtub and shivers a little. It's hard to imagine wanting to strip down in weather like this anyway, but there's something about bathing with a fire right under you that seems like an especially terrible idea.
"Maybe we could just...heat up a little water." She glances around, looking for a smaller basin. Anything that won't make her feel like a cannibal's soup. "Just wash our faces."
[mess tent]
There are things Beth's good at--strumming guitar, getting babies to fall asleep--but cooking isn't really one of them. Luckily, the mess tent isn't fine dining. How much work can really go into the groats and meat they eat here?
Enough, it turns out, and it's pretty boring. She misses Carol all over again, along with everyone else who used to cook for their group.
If anything had made the time go faster on her meal shifts at home, it was having company, and the thing about cooking for dozens of people is that they don't make you do it alone. While she's stirring a huge pot of groats, she asks, "Did you cook much at home?"
[fireside]
Beth's not much of a drinker, but she loves evenings in the Barrayar camp anyway. As cold as it is, the company is wonderful. The stories people share tend to be funny, and better yet, there's singing. As soon as she catches the melodies and the words of the choruses, she sings along, her voice high and clear in the night.
She's not about to tell stories of home--it'll just make her miss it more--but she's happy to encourage the people around her. Whether it's asking what things were like where you're from or if you want to tell one, too, she'll gently goad people into a story or two.
And, eventually, when everyone's so drunk that it doesn't matter what anybody she says, she asks, "Do you guys know Tom Waits?"
[wildcard]
[Beth's so happy to be able to go where she wants that you'll be able to find her just about anywhere at some point. To make other, specific plans, please send a PM to